17Okay, okay, I know I should be updating, uh, everything, instead, but this just...called out to me, y'know? Well...the following 107 words are prompts. In case you didn't notice. And as a lazy author it is my duty to believe I'll actually finish a fic for once and therefore attempt to write them all. *sigh* Onwards!
Word
Bird
Stand
Table
Me
Quick
Wii
Sports
Slimy
Washington
Water
Food
Dog
Home
Run
Under
State
You
welcome
Love
Idaho
Meow
Jamaica
Arizona
Miss
Daniel
Drawer
Thumb
Like
Ghetto
Blue
Sweats
Floor
Morning
Wood
Carpet
Journal
World
War
One
And
Tow
Two
Check
Czech
Chex
T-Rex
Apex
Reflex
Deflect
Reject
Suspect
Muppet
Immigration
Illegal
Cartel
Jail
Racket
Boring
Voting
Red
Street
Why
Not
What
Where
Who
How
Bow
Battery
Controller
Latex
Swim
Gap
Rat
Yellow
Pillow
Kick
Soccer
Smiley
Batman
Black
Screen
Fart
Dart
Cart
Shaft
Foot
Towel
Eye
Hand
Bye
Nail
Nose
Eyebrow
Tongue
Teeth
Rotten
Knee
Pants
Shirt
Orbital
Logic
Pandemonium
Heart
Fish
Tuesday June 26, 2012
'Word'
"Haflpadaja." She stated simply, her attention on the paper in front of her. Danny spun around in his seat so he could face her, his teeth clenched in annoyance.
"Stop saying that word." He ground out quietly, gripping his pencil in one hand. She looked up at him, a mischievious smile tugging at her lips,
"What word?" She asked, feigning innocence. Danny's eyes narrowed a bit and his lips pursed,
"You know what word." The smile broke out across her face and her eyes sparkled,
"Oh, you mean my word?" Danny turned back around, determined to ignore her. She sighed dramatically, "Come on, if I was going to tell you I would have by now."
"You know I'm going to find out eventually. You have to have told someone, and when I figure out who, I'll finally know." Sam laughed,
"And if I haven't told anyone?"
"I'll still find out. It'll just take me longer." Leaning forward in her seat and steepling her fingers, Sam sent him a devious smirk,
"Go ahead and try."
Danny had enough. He couldn't take it anymore. The irritating smirks, the imagined clues, the infuriating notes she waved in front of him before tearing up...it was too much. What she was doing was torture, plain and simple. And worse, Tucker was in on it. Of all people, she told him? That was just salt to the wound. Why wouldn't she just spill? Explain to him what that infuriating word she always seemed to be mumbling actually meant?
But of course, she refused. She wanted to out-stubborn him, beat him at his own game, which he would have laughed at before this had happened. At first he hadn't noticed it being used, but once he'd finally asked about it, she'd only smiled and turned to tell Tucker something. He had accepted the challenge readily, believing she would eventually tire and explain once he'd nagged her to death.
Apparently, she'd had a similar plan. And the sad part? It was working.
Meh. I saw one of these earlier (who it was by I can't remember), but it inspired me I guess, haha. Hoping to update it at LEAST twice a week since there are no pesky long-term plots for me to deal with. You can thank my cousin for the words by the way, 'Shart', 'Diarrhea', and 'Pee' were removed though. Haha, goes to show even 18 year-olds are kids. :)